Ihaveredhair's Journal

I just got done reading my second book on my list of books to read. "Night" by Elie Wiesel. its was horribly tragic, tears or saddness and anger ran down my face with almost every page. yet the book was beautiful.

it was the first hand account of Elie Wiesels 15 year old self suffering and living through the concentration camps. i would recomend it. I do recomend it.

Its one of those books that reinforce your beilifs and morals, and make you want to go out and  throw them on the ones who dont share the same ideas.

for 6 months i onced lived In SC with my BF and his family. his family was filled with trash, they hated gays, lesbians, blacks, mexicans, and didnt beleive in many things, such human trafficing. they would say that the kids themselves wanted that life and ran to it- yeah what fucking 4 year old does that? what 10 year old wants that? every night for 6 months i had to endure their conversation over dinner about their hatered towrds every "group" of people they didnt like. i have strong convictions, and can not tolerate this type of talk, behavior, belief system. i would argue with them, with no back up, and be left bullied and weakend. but not spritiually. spritutally this made me stronger, and taught me how and what exactly i beleived in. so as much as i hated the lewis family, i thank them for showing me how great of a person i am. after a couple months of these dinners, i stopped attending them. choose to lock myself in my room, and refuse to eat the food they cooked. after 6 months of nonsense living there, with lots of other crap, i decided i had no choice, i had to leave.

i seriuosly wanted to punch everyone in their faces while i lived there- including my BF's. he has the same belief system i do, but he refused to stick up for me, for the people they would be little.  his reasoning for doing so? "what can i say to them, they are my family"

i personally would never allow my family to talk liek that, and when they would, i would confront them with a sharp cruel tongue. and i wouldnt be calling them family much longer.

ooh, and also, my mother is a lesbian, his parents knew this, and it didnt stop them from saying such harsh things about the gay, lesbian, transgender people. i could of killed everyone at those dinners.